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Whoosh!
Several of those questioned all turned their heads toward Lin Baici in unison, awaiting an answer.
Lin Baici's eyebrows furrowed; illuminated by the ghostly oil lamp, he saw that the number of black cats beside each person differed.
"There couldn't be more traps, could there?"
Lin Baici counted carefully, sixteen.
He was still not reassured, so he widened his eyes and perked up his ears, even activating A Sip of A Hundred Flavors to engage all his senses in an attempt to confirm the exact number of black cats around him.
"Stop looking at me, I can't take care of you guys!"
Lin Baici bluntly said, "Ask someone else for help!"
The three couples and the sales guy despaired at his words.
"Lin the great, you can't just stand by and watch us die!"
"Please!"
"My family is very rich! I'll give you money! A lot of money!"
